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I wanted Silv here so badly. He’d get me out of here, take me somewhere quiet and safe where I could…kill him.
“Yes,” Alistair said.
Not Paris and Pearl, the names we gave ourselves while on the run from the purges, not loving Executioner 6710 and Executioner 6711.
“You were Elijah,” Lia answered. “Your sister Emilia.”
Whoa.
Just whoa.
I battled the waterworks, keeping tabs on my anger. Okay, I understood they were backed into a corner. The recruiters were brutal, relentless in their acquisitions of kids to become executioners. But I struggled to switch off the angry part of me. These were uncharted waters.
What did I say? How did I react? We’d all had time stolen from us, along with the possibility of being a family. A mum, a dad, a brother, a sister. All of it. Because of a mortal higher power, because we were all puppets, pieces on an endless game board for some piece of shit deity or president or whatever to play with.
Man, those tears were hard to keep at bay. I clenched my fists, fingertips digging into my palms.
“We want you to know we never stopped thinking about you,” Lia said.
Not now.
Please not now.
“All we ever wanted was to find you and your sister,” Alistair added. “But they wouldn’t let us.”
I won’t cry.
I won’t cry.
I won’t cry.
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” Elio interjected. “This is…” He exhaled a long breath. “First, I find out I have a brother and sister, and next I discover my ex-wife…” He trailed off, sitting down beside me again. “I’m sorry. It’s too difficult.”
I turned my head to find his eyes on me. His throat bobbed, and mine closed around a sob.
Tears trickled down his cheeks, the length of his eyelashes reminding me of Pearl.
I looked away. “Fuck…I can’t…I can’t…”
Medusa returned. I practically jumped to my feet, happy to get moving on the plan and not deal with this.
Silv was with her, striding toward me. My heart somersaulted, the dagger in my hand. I charged at him.
What a way to set the family drama aside.
I took a swing at the vampire king, his determined gait toward me fueling my rage. Of course, he ducked, and my attack wasn’t fully loaded. I resisted as best I could.
Knock me out. Knock me out. Knock me out.
The sexy fucker grabbed me from behind, wrapping a delicious arm around my neck and dodging my attempts to stomp on his feet or crack the back of my head against his nose. He cut off my air supply, sending me off to unconsciousness.
Chapter Thirty
Silvanus
Medusa worked overtime to bring me sunglasses, a black cap, jeans, and a muscle tee she stole from a shop in Saltwave.
“Such a valuable thief,” I joked.
